mysterious child (oh god!) mysterious child walk with your legs so long and loose not yet reconciled with a clear and pleasant truth faith and desire have no strings to bind them as one a trailblazing fire to destroy what you have done oh god! you're name is carved along these walls oh god! quit making all these prank phone calls mysterious child just keep hoping for the best with time on your side all your hopes are put to test an eye for an eye could not put this all to bed it's lying awake with this song burned in it's head oh god! i couldn't leave the past alone oh god! it's shaking and it's soaked to the bone oh god! i hope to find a way back home... (September, 2005)
heart of creation i've been knocked down before by the slam of the door that was closed by the arms of intention once you had fled you were easily led to the body of someone i mentioned though i don't curse you're name i curse just the same with the foulest tongue of a sinner how can you confess every time you undress in the presence of some cheapened prize winner? where is the dusk light? where is the moonlight that brought me to this highway crossing? i'm tired and i'm fevered like some true believer whose faith is so violently rocking what is birthed in rejection with endless projection will die in a garden of roses where memories will linger in the songs of a singer who ends all his words with "suppose"s where is the dusk light?... but this bird is still singing and frantically winging towards some desired destination with winds ever-changing and thoughts re-arranging i'll rest in the heart of creation... (January, 2007)
now is the time now is the time to be thrifty now is the time to be spare though the quietest ground is shifting now is the time to care now is the time to be wielding the sharpest of blades through the air if called upon to be in your lover's arms now is the time to be there the sound, the sound echoes through the space between friends the face, your face scrawled upon a page of amens never let me know how this ends now is the time to be taken now is the time to be free if love is now the burden that blinds you now is the time to see all of the immaculate energies they now have the time to be shared if love is now the burden that binds you now is the time to be spared the sound, the sound crawling through the darkest of air the face, my face scrawled upon a page of despair always let me know you are there... (May, 2007)
wicked love i saw the monument of wicked love inside the temple of the flaming dove the shadows parted into glowing rays it kept me running 'round for days and days the current currency of blood and bone builds up the walls to break up your home and when they ask you to shut up for awhile how can you sit there with a crooked smile? the working men are fighting tooth and nail to keep you feeling comatose and stale they fight the urge to hold the loaded gun they fight the urge to kill the wicked son whatever happened to the secrecy that separated them from you and me is something tugging on your coat and cane? did you forget about your ball and chain? it keeps you pinned below the sky above while you keep searching for a wicked love and while the dogs are barking from the porch they see you carrying your stupid torch our future hidden in a twisted script with binding torn apart and pages ripped don't send me roses or a kiss-a-gram you know me better than the fool i am... (August, 2007)
human nature the word is the key that locks up our fate we hold out for love but i cannot wait there's something amiss, it's hot on our tail it's keen on our sighs, it's watching us fail the valleys and plains hold tight for the crush we feed off the dirt, we feed off the rush what holds us in place is bound to cut free it catches us blind until we can see the frame of the eye is fixed on the sun it's watching us burn our feet as we run our nature to take is not giving in we hold out for love, intent on the win... (July, 2007)
speak clear how you've settled in your ways so that you forget the days when loving me was much more than a chore now you've dug into your brain to relieve us of the pain to forget the days when you expected more with strength to hold the ground below i couldn't keep you still as secrets passed from ear to ear you fell back down the hill all your troubles fading fast in an endless drinking glass i watch and wonder how you went so long without thinking of the reasons why i left you for the seasons with nothing but a tired and weary song this is what we hear when we can't speak clear in your tired and aging voice you never gave me any choice of whether i should stay or take my leave but in times of love and laughter there's no better ever-after than the one we forced each other to believe with strength to hold the iron doors i couldn't keep you safe with windows closed and voices raised you laughed right in my face this is what we hear when we can't speak clear... (June, 2004)
different crown i call you almost every night just to hear you pray one day i might answer you when i know what to say tell me all your deep regrets your sins and sorry lies no, i don't have the medicine i cannot dry your eyes 'cause i am not your saviour i wear a different crown he might bring you towards the light but i'll just bring you down danger, danger, danger, girl my nerves are growing frail the truth is growing hard to see beneath this coded braille danger, danger, danger, boy you know this isn't right the pedestal you're standing on is sinking out of sight 'cause i am not your saviour... i call you almost every night your soul we'll pray to keep until the words fall from the sky you might as well just sleep... (December, 2006)
don t tell me you have a face unfit for your tongue cause all that you've said isn't all that you've done and all that you've done has no law to obey no will to comply with all that you say oh, don't tell me these things about your impassion-ate flings if you think about it i'm not one to doubt that he brings you all he can bring so don't tell me with a face so sublime in it's will to conceal i'm left with the lies that your words have revealed so take to your bed all the joy that you've got cause i can't pretend to be what i'm not oh, don't tell me these things... (December, 2005)
this time around when faces collide on this carnival ride you can gather your prayers or face up to the dares that you've taken though the faith in her eyes kills the sound of her lies boy, i know from defeat the temptation is sweet but forsaken this time around i will not lose myself the familiar flies by past your dizzying eye in this curious design, this is yours, this is mine to be broken and though the feeling sets in that you're done with the spin you swear on your bed that you've always misread what was spoken this time around i will not lose myself and so the audience applauds all your various flaws when it's time to reveal you're not-so-surreal aberrations but if given the chance to join in the dance you'd do it again and again out of pure fascination this time around i will not lose myself (September, 2005)
borderline the air was never quite so sweet when both of us had chanced to meet a rendezvous of armistice and wine and i can still see you waving from the borderline i can still see you waiting at the borderline our burdens had begun to lift but still you swore to stay adrift from the shores that could cleanse your only crime and i can still see you waving at the borderline i can still see you waiting at the borderline what happened to the avenue that split apart our lives in two now the neighborhood is restless and blind and i can still see you waving at the borderline i can still see you waving from the borderline now you're on the other side of town the darker side of sight and sound and the only thing we've left to kill is time so i'm standing here waiting at the borderline i'm standing here waving from the borderline... (February, 2008)